Quotes About Ephemerality

But to measure myself against life and death, as if I could go on forever.… There's no dignity in that. What are we to life? We're only sparks.

Everything is changeable, everything appears and disappears there is no blissful peace until one passes beyond the agony of life and death.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind's breath?

But a man's life breath cannot come back again— no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in tome to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

Some people want to go forever, I just want to burn off hard and bright.

I said, "I just want to know you and then disappear." She said, "Knowing me does not mean dying.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one's grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

Man wants little, nor that little long.

Live now, die later!

One moment of lapsed concentration and the tide of years would come crashing in, obliterating everything.

Against the urgency of people dying in the streets, what in God's name is the point of cultural studies?...At that point, I think anybody who is into cultural studies seriously as an intellectual practice, must feel, on their pulse, its ephemerality, its insubstantiality, how little it registers, how little we've been able to change anything or get anybody to do anything. If you don't feel that as one tension in the work that you are doing, theory has let you off the hook.

I don't really believe that all theater needs to be filmed - for some things, the special part of live theater is that it exists and then it's gone.

I held her like tomorrow would not come. It stitched me, if only for a second...

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.

I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever". Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

Hurry up, before there's no more night left.

She says isn't it funny how every second, every minute, every day, month, year, is accounted for, capable of being named—when time, or life, is so unwieldy, so intangible and slippery?

And then will come the day when the last person who remembers me will die.

Life flies by, especially the bit that's worth living.

En esta vida nadie es feliz de balde, ni aunque sea por un instante

Vanitas peccata mundi.